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Picture me in a forum — talking to you all as consciousness, all without body.
We are all without physical body.
We are consciousnesses about to be living life again in a body form.
We are never taught that nature constantly changes.
The environments are never the same.
The winds and water, and the energy of the sun that creates the elements that make up a physical body, are never the same.
Nor is a physical body.
But when we arrive on earth, we are taught that we must be the same as our elders.
So what happens is: we, the new, come into a new world, and we realize that this new world is nothing but a matrix controlling us to behave as if the world never changes.
Then, as we age, we become everything we thought we would never become.
We become our parents — and then, later on, we become our grandparents.
But the Earth’s not like that.
New energies come in.
We turn to the aspirations of the new, which are always the same.
For each and every new generation that comes to Earth.
I am now focusing on the election in New York City of Zohran Mamdani.
I’m fascinated and excited for my birthplace to finally rid themselves of the constant parade of political candidates who work for the establishment.
New York City is a landlord- and banker-controlled paradise, where dreams have long been buried below the subways that used to help people hustle and bustle and build a new city.
When the subways were created, the city that I visualize now was built — whether anyone wants to admit it or not — on the dreams of baseball.
When baseball became The Sport, and people from Brooklyn to Manhattan to the Bronx got to travel on a subway all over the five boroughs of then-new New York City.
This was pop culture. As you went from Brooklyn to the Bronx, you were able to stop in Manhattan — on exciting, exhilarating Broadway, where the city lights were always bright.
Few people know that Brooklyn was a city of its own.
It was the fourth largest city in the United States when it became a part of New York City.
This happened when Brooklyn and Manhattan were connected with the Brooklyn Bridge — which changed that area of the world.
Staten Island, the fourth borough, is still set off on its own.
But those three boroughs — Brooklyn, Manhattan, and the Bronx — were totally caught up in the hustle and bustle of the burgeoning pop culture and the dreams and visions that came with it.
Broadway theater was fantastic.
Songs being created everywhere.
New styles of clothing being invented.
Then, the bankers took over New York, and they enslaved people and made a lot of money.
And the money had to make money.
The first thing these bankers and real estate magnates did is:
They took their financial winnings and moved out.
Left the city of workers unable to take care of themselves.
Let alone live a dream.
I must tell you:
Few people know who Zohran is.
So I’ll tell you what I’ve become aware of.
Because there are connections with him in my life that I must share.
Zohran is a Shi’ite Muslim.
Shi’ites are a minority branch of Islam, and their story has been in conflict with the Sunni majority for centuries.
A Shi’ite believes that the 12th Imam — the true guide of the faithful, the protector of justice — is still alive.
But I must share that he’s not physically alive, but spiritually alive.
He haunts that area, hoping to inspire other energies.
To lead everybody to the paradise that Earth should become, not the nightmare that Earth is.
In Shi’ite belief, Muhammad al-Mahdi, the 12th Imam, did not die.
To explain this in metaphysical terms, he went into hiding as an energy to preserve the real spiritual lineage when it was under threat back then.
He remains spiritually alive.
Unseen until the moment he is meant to return.
I believe in that energy too.
That energy did not fulfill its dream of living and working with the other energies in human life.
The Shi’ites believe that energy is coming back.
And that energy, my friends, is celebrated in a city called Mashhad, in Iran.
That’s their holy city.
It’s a required pilgrimage of the Shi’ites.
Not Mecca, which is the holy city of the Sunnis.
And I, Steven Machat, am a descendant of that name.
My real name comes from Mashhad.
In Western eyes, it comes out as Machat.
I, for one, don’t believe that my consciousness is any religion other than looking for and trying to experience and discover love.
I am watching and waiting for a friend to play with.
Someone who will not become bounded by some moronic fear that they end up perpetuating, while giving up every reason they came to Earth as a consciousness.
I’m constantly thinking about how my generation, and all subsequent generations of consciousness entering Earth, can come together and make it better.
That is the sole purpose of my School of Sacred Knowledge.
I’ve had many disappointments.
Unfortunately, I discovered I don’t have a friend to play with.
People live in fear, and it’s a nightmare.
I don’t live in the fear that others do.
I know we can’t die, and that we are forever alive as an energy.
I’ve watched how the game is fixed.
To stop people from living and fulfilling to live in the heaven that Earth should be.
As Leonard Cohen, who I worked with, sang, “You want it darker.”
Well, this is pretty dark, my friends.
You want it darker?
Then deal me out of the game.
So out of the game I went.
I have spent my whole life looking for people to play with.
And I used it through the arts — song, dance, live performances, TV, and meeting people around the world.
I grew up in an era where America was the greatest country in the world.
We succeeded in World War II, when we saved the world from fascism.
But if you ever understood what fascism is?
Hello, America!
In 2026, fascism is where business and government will get together and rule the nation.
We’re sliding right into it.
A scenario where government and business control us, and you, the people, don’t matter.
Well, that’s not going to work in my world.
And I will never stop telling the truth.
In World War II, what did we win?
We won the control of the trade of goods and banks.
We controlled the banking system that issued fiat currency — money that has value only because the government says it does, not because it’s tied to anything real.
Only by making believe that the bankers lent us the money do we believe it exists.
It’s a lie.
But my generation, we had to protect the world.
So what did we do?
We went to war in Vietnam.
My generation is that lost generation.
My generation believed in the greatness of America — not MAGA “greatness” of all white faces.
World War II is the first generation where all the people of America were bound and fighting for their country — even though separated, black and white.
We used the Native Americans to figure out how to break the codes.
The Native Americans — “savages,” as the good Christians called them — unlocked the code of World War II.
How do you live with that, when you believe only a white face could do it?
We didn’t share a victory as one consciousness.
We were still stuck in that thought that we were not all equal, even though we were told we were all equal.
No one explained to my generation what they were doing in Vietnam.
No one explained to them that the same banking system was financing the weapons from both sides.
No one explained to them why America had to play football war without being able to have an offense, so we could go back and attack.
I never understood that war.
I was 100% against it.
I’ve spent my whole life discovering and trying to figure out truths.
I dedicated my life to discovering whatever I could about people worldwide.
I got degraded and limited because I was called a Jew.
Which I am not.
I was called a lawyer.
Which meant I couldn’t be creative.
And all I ever wanted to do was to understand the economic warfare.
Weapons that allow the few to enslave the whole society.
We, as a population, just sit and take it.
It needs to stop.
My parents may have been in a Jewish family, with its traditions.
But all of you who are reading this, understand something:
You are not your body.
You are a consciousness.
You came here to learn how to think, and learn what life is in physical body form.
And the way society is built, they label you what the body is.
You are none of the above.
So, I welcome Zohran’s victory.
I welcome the fact that, finally, young people have someone to cheer on.
He stood up and told the bankers, the real estate business, and the stock market — another one of the bankers’ games — that we’re not taking this anymore.
That we need to be able to live here in New York City and live a life that befits all of us.
Not just you.
Zohran’s mom was in the Indian movie business known as Bollywood.
I got to experience Bollywood starting in 2006, when I signed an artist named Amjad Ali Khan.
And I signed his sons, Amaan and Ayaan.
Amaan married the daughter of the number one Bollywood producer.
I spent a week with this man in Mumbai.
It’s fascinating what he taught me, and he was fascinated by me telling him about the pop cultures that I worked with, from Ozzy Osbourne to the Wu-Tang Clan.
Amjad, Amaan, and Ayaan all play the sarod.
They perform Indian classical music — and classical, as I define it, is music that makes you live inside the existing matrix.
New music takes you out of those boundaries.
I put out an album by Khan and his sons called Truth.
It expresses the long-held belief that Hindus and Muslims are linked through a shared musical and spiritual lineage.
They tried to unite all people through the rhythms and rhymes of music.
Amjad Ali Khan is a Muslim himself — a Sunni.
I’ve studied religions all over the world.
You can read about my discovery of the energies, the myths, and the way things are in our world, in my book, I Can Hear Music: The Heroes and the Villains of the Muses.
You hear noise, you fall into that line, and you behave accordingly.
At that time, I was living with a woman who was also a Sunni.
She was involved in an oil, gas and leasing company — basically fracking.
We were living in both New York City and Houston, and I really thought I was doing something good for the world, pushing her background into Western culture’s Vatican control — and it didn’t work.
But at that time, one of the boys married into Bollywood, and it was fantastic.
I got to experience it by the biggest producer there at that time.
Zohran’s mother, Sarita Choudhury, is an an Indian-British actress and producer known for roles in international and American film and TV.
She co-starred with Denzel Washington in a great movie, 1991’s Mississippi Masala.
His father, Mahmood Mamdani, is a political theorist, university professor, and public intellectual.
Zohran and his father are both from Uganda.
A country in Central Africa created by British imperialism, created to perpetuate the British rules of order.
I’ve learned a lot about Uganda because I had an artist named Geoffrey Oryema in my Peter Gabriel days.
He was involved with the WOMAD festival and Real World Records.
I used him on an album of mine with Manu Dibango, who was from Cameroon.
And on Real World, Geoffrey released a song called “The River” on his first album, 1990’s Exile.
It remains one of the greatest songs I’ve ever had the opportunity to work with and champion.
So let’s go back to my beliefs for Zohran.
And I say this in retrospect, because I’m saying this to let the youth know I am still here.
Unlike Socrates, I was not yet put to death by my belief that youth has to answer questions.
And if the elders don’t give you the answers, you know that they are scared.
Zohran represents the entering of the young.
They have another chance.
As they said when I grew up, “If you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere.
Well, you know something?
You can’t today.
But Zohran just did.
He’s in charge of the young — and, friends, here they come.
I’ll repeat that:
Here they come.
As I talk to you, I’m hearing one of my favorite songs when I was young, because it encouraged me to see and go for more.
It was called “Enter the Young,” and the Association sang it.
These were very conservative people, but they put this song — and these ideas — in my head.
When you’re young, you’re taught to climb the ladder rung by rung.
But who makes the rungs?
You’re taught to only think inside the Matrix.
You need to learn how to think, but also care about the system we live in right now in America.
Zohran is correct.
Nobody cares that we are run by a real estate banking consortium — a cartel that imprisons everybody and makes them not have dreams.
I congratulate you, Zohran.
And I congratulate all you folks from all your different areas who come in from all over the world as immigrants.
Donald Trump needs to understand: his mother was an immigrant, from Scotland.
His father’s father was an immigrant from Germany.
And two of his three wives were immigrants.
Blonde-headed, blue-eyed, Catholic communists.
What is he talking about?
I’ve got news for every one of you.
Again: we are not our bodies.
We are thought energy.
These people come in with questions, and they need to make decisions as to what’s going to happen.
They will try to be stopped at every corner.
I pray they don’t stop.
If you want to see a horrific thing, look at Andrew Cuomo.
He looks like the Grim Reaper in his ads to become mayor of New York City.
You need to hear me, my friends.
Go with the young.
Encourage them to keep questioning.
Encourage them to understand that not only must you think, you must be able to feel.
You need empathy.
They need to know how to believe.
How to dream.
Push them to continue to care.
Because as you get old, you give up and wilt away.
I’ll say it up front:
I’m still a Yankee fan.
Even though I’ve lived in over 100 countries.
And to be real truthful, I’m still a New York City fan.
I guess I’ve been in one country that I don’t consider a country:
Isn’t it funny how the Vatican is a country in the United Nations?
When I did my Buena Vista Orchestra show at Queens College on October 3, I told the 2,000 in attendance to get out and vote for Zohran.
I told them to get up and shake off the doldrums of control.
As the music hits your body:
As it rebounds from the ceiling and trickles back to you with the angel dusting of energy:
It makes you remember that your consciousness came here to believe and create a dream.
They’re gonna try to fucking shut down Zohran.
So this is what I must say to him:
You need to put together a team.
You need to make sure you have coaches.
I don’t need to tell you much.
Except to make sure you have people who dream.
I’m here to help rattle the cages.
So I can help the young enter this world.
Zohran, don’t you dare stop.
I have never stopped.
And I know the words of love reverberate more than the energies of hate.
